It's winter and as dark as night at 7:30 a.m.
Peering out my kitchen window far to the road
I turn on my garage light—sparkling the snow,
making a spotlight and center stage
where the school bus stops.
Soon the big, yellow school bus with blinking lights
comes lumbering down the road,
noisily halts; the doors open, welcoming the children in.
Inviting and friendly, the true light that draws them
is the touch of the Christ above that of the lantern's glow.
As they drive away,
I switch off the light, and I laugh and am warmed,
knowing Love's delightful way of turning on lights
for all of us in unexpected places—
everywhere.
